Friday, December 21, 2012

So as of late i have been posting as much as i have been working on my novel. I had paused it for about 7 months to which i was advised. After waiting for awhile i went back to it and found i like the majority of it just as much as i did then and there fore could find the passion to finish it.

I paused it at 30,241 words. And having only resumed working on it for 3 days i have written 7,000 words. Putting the Novel officially half way written.

So in Honor of hitting that achievement i thought i'd dig out the original work i did on it and post that today!

This comes from the Novels first version, and its first chapter. A lot of which has been changed, deleted, or dropped and put else where.....

The
Summer’s Vale

By
B.T. Smith

Chapter One

My
mind was not at first on the on-coming storm or the harrowing events that would
soon come to pass. My thoughts were dominated by the events in my past; and
even the history before my existence. The serenity of the castle gardens, the
wisp of the wind that brought the smell of honeysuckles made me dwell more so
on many of the things that made me think fondly of my days growing up. It
amazed me how soon time for even the simplest of things would be gone or
completely lost as I looked out past the fields and to the mountain ranges on
the western side of the Kingdom. Soon a mighty storm would be upon us, once
again the storm of war.

…

Twenty years before I
was born a great and savage war had been tormenting this world. The Twelve
Great Kingdoms had shut their doors to one another and it had spilled from just
miring words to blades. For the longest time no one understood or knew why the
kingdoms did as thus. They who were once peaceful or at least tolerant of one
another suddenly struck out at one another, and the war commenced for a few
decades. Every kingdom felt the strain and horror of the war; no one was left
untouched, from the poor to the Kings, all suffered.

My father would become
King at the age of eighteen, after my Grandfather; King Alegrius was killed
while trying to find the perpetrators of the wretched war. A log of notes was
found in his caravan tent that would end the war in a weary truce. As much as
he could gather a group of “wise” men had been the ultimate cause. Great men
who were suppose to guide kingdoms in dire need, turned away from their true
just nature for power. The Seven Grand Magi’s to be precise were the cause of
war, famine and death of thousands of citizens all over the Twelve Kingdoms.

The Seven Magi’s were
the most powerful and wisest of beings on the planet, so it came as a
devastating blow when the royal families of the Kingdoms heard of such
treachery. It was surmised that the Magi’s in their ever growing lust for
knowledge, magic and power; had become corrupted by the very thing that they
sought. They were transformed from just and wise beings, fair in nature to
hideous monstrosities. Contorted and broken by vile magics they fell farther
from their purpose and used words of deception to cause the war.

With the true culprits
of the war known to the great Kings of the time, a search went out from all of
the Twelve Kingdoms. The Seven Magi’s were eventually found and were destroyed;
but hatred had been sown so deeply into the minds of the citizens that all
Magi’s around the globe were sought. Old Allies and Enemies forced out the
Magi’s from their kingdoms. The Kingdoms forced them to leave their homes by
bearing arms against them or with the knowledge that any Magi would be tortured
until they confessed for the evil that they were and then sentenced to a
cleansing, by flame.

Of the Twelve Kingdoms,
only a few wanted to hunt down and kill all the Magi’s, most of the Kingdoms
only banished all magic users from their lands. My Fathers kingdom was one of
the more forgiving of the Kingdoms. The age was that, Magi’s were no longer
welcome in any of the Twelve Kingdoms. Laws dictated that any magic user would
be branded and then outcast from their homes and villages. The brand was a
crude seven piercing an M. It was a simple brand usually on the back of a palm
or on the top of a magic user’s wrist. Personally I always thought it looked
like a poor drawing of a bird…

The Magi’s who survived
the hunting, imprisonment and killing of their “kind” traveled far to a remote
valley. The valley existed between two large mountain chains. It was these
mountains that kept both the Magi’s isolated from the world and the world
isolated from the Magi’s. Most of the Kingdoms, including my Fathers were happy
with leaving the Magi’s valley alone so long as Magi’s left the world is. By
the time of my birth the Valley of Magi’s as it was known was a collection of
villages and towns, and brought together by a council of the eldest.

The Twelve concluded
that the Magi’s territory as a Kingdom, and claimed it as the Thirteenth.
Though the Magi’s were recognized, many of the Kingdoms were still spiteful,
full of hatred that none of the Twelve Kingdoms would speak with the Magi’s or
allow them to enter their borders. In such a short time much of the appearance
of Magi’s were forgotten and rumors and myths were created. Many stemmed from
the visions and accounts of the Seven, that the citizens from all over thought
that all Magi’s were just like the Seven.

I remember such stories
that were created from isolation. All Magi’s must have been hideous, with sharp
talons, or odd clawed hands. All Magi’s had twisted horns and daemonic looking
eyes. There were other stories claiming them to be hoofed or serpent tongued. I
even recall one story giving the Magi’s scales. At the age of twelve however
those myths and stories would be shattered by truth. A most unheard of thing at
the time; an Envoy from the Magi’s Kingdom sought a visit with my Father, King Aleirus.

The Envoy was a group
of nine; it consisted of eight guards from a nearby Kingdom, the Kingdom of
Baltia. All I could remember of the Baltia peoples were that they were one of
the rare neutral Kingdoms during the Great War. Because of that and their small
size of a kingdom, no one saw them as a threat and so it was understood and
accepted when the Baltia people acted more cordial to the Magi’s. However they
were a part of the Twelve and reluctantly and eventually did they banish all
Magi’s from their lands.

The Ninth person of the
Envoy was an actual Magi, supposedly a “Princess” from the Magi Kingdom. While
they traveled in my Fathers Kingdom I knew they would not be harmed, but still
massive groups of people would stop and stare in the towns in which they would
have traveled through. I even heard tales that people would spit in the girl’s
direction or throw cabbages at her and the guards. Most of the people came out
from their homes and their fields to see if all the stories of a Magi’s
appearance were true. When they finally reached the Royal Capital soldiers,
knights and guardsmen had to be called out so the main procession way was clear
so the Envoy could reach the Castle.

I must admit even I was
curious to see if this girl was human at all. I watched leaning on a parapet of
the Castle. And as the Envoy came closer and closer to the Castle I could see
in the middle of the guards there was a girl. She must have been around my age
and looked absolutely normal to me. With that let down I left to go study, I
had been hopping she would have horns at least. At twelve years old I was
deemed not ready to learn of the politics as they occurred, but old enough to
study on what had happened years before. I had learned languages and economics,
I had the education and then more than the stuff that royalty had.

I could speak fluently
in the common tongue, and several other languages, such languages as the
mysterious Kingdom of Taipa, to the language of the stout mountain men of the
Kingdom of Ghawird. But even with all my brilliance and astute nature I was
still too immature in my father’s eyes. I suppose after looking back he was
right, there were many times when I disobeyed him or my tutors. Though I
confess I was still upset when I was told I was not allowed to hear what the
Envoy had to say…

Saturday, December 15, 2012

“Really, she’s your older sister!?”
Hatsumi sputtered out as Zeff’s sister eyed up Hatsumi across the room. “I mean
she’s so much more attractive than what I imagine from your stories. And how is
it she looks as young as you Zeff-sama?” Hatsumi tugs on Zeff’s shirt again as
Zeff’s sister smiles in turn.

Zeff rubbed his forehead as his
gaze fell down at the desk.“Yumena Taka;
she is no less innocent then you are.” Zeff pokes Hatsumi on her nose.

Hatsumi frowns and continues to
stare at Yumena.

Yumena smiles then diverts her
attention. “I am sorry Tenzo-sama of the Hoga of Sunaomo; Zenju-sama couldn’t
make it. We were ambushed shortly after leaving Takane. Most likely from the
revolutionary group but we can’t be too certain. We decided it would be safer
if Zenju remained in Takane so we came in his stead.” Yumena softly bowed.

“How fortunate you were ambushed.”
I softly said glaring at the Taka’s across the room as I clenched my unseen
hand.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

First things first I feel like
there haven’t been much achieved with my work as of late of course I blame the
holidays and work running me ragged but still there’s a side of me in it too.
You can’t keep blaming everyone else but yourself you know you play a role in
it all too. So first I thought what I could do; well by lowering my quota all
over and yet leaving the time slots for writing the same I felt I can
accomplish more. Accomplish more.

Friday, November 23, 2012

So its been a minute since i posted. I apologize for that as its been thanksgiving week and black Friday prep. TFoTT: Part 9 has been finished and posted and Sunaomo part 2 should be finished in a few days. I have gotten back into writing on The Summers Vale Novel as well as The Path: [Hell's] Reign Novella. So now my time has been split between The Novel, The Novella, here on the Blog which has been focusing on TFoTT & Kazima Lament, as well as my deviant art: DareSmithCreations.Deviantart.com. There are several other projects also in the works that take up a percentage of my time.

“The Soldiers of
Nilam are all equipped with polished banded metal plates that move and protect
vital areas while providing some maneuverability unlike the rigid armor breastplates
of the day. Officers in the Nilam military all have blue cloaks that are
stylized by rank and command. The Nilam Castle Guard has a silver lion on their
cloaks and shields where as the regular army symbol is just silver bands.”

-Kingdom Article de Historical (914).

“So the festival is finally here, it is tomorrow right is it
not?”

“Zelm, you should already know that answer; however, it is
tomorrow. Aren’t you overseeing the festival fireworks display?”

Sunday, November 11, 2012

“Vidarr is the Warrior of the Forest; it is the largest
Kingdom in the world. It holds the oldest forests as well as the largest
forests. Due to its large size as a Kingdom it has been the most militant to
sustain its land and protect its resources. In the Vidarr armies the soldiers
are fitted with a bronze like metal which is comparable to the other kingdoms
metals but leaves the armor to have a brownish color. Coupled with leather and
green fabrics the Army often times seems to blend into their native forests and
fields.”

-Kingdom Article de Historical (877).

“Sorry Lieutenant my hands are tied they are after all royal
orders.” The newly appointed Temporary Captain of the Guard shrugs his
shoulders.

The group reached the main
center of the village brought there by Sunaomo guards.

“Tenzo-sama”
Zeff bowed earnestly towards the man standing before them. Hatsumi followed
Zeff and paid her respects before looking around.

“So
there is someone even a piece of trash like you whom you are even respectful
too, I am amazed.” Hataya looked off to the side after closing his mouth.
Hatsumi clenched her fists and glared at the man.

“Out of
respect for Tenzo, and the Sunaomo people I will ignore your ignorant cowardly
mouth. But should you speak again like that outside these walls Hataya, you won’t
be a coward like your parents you will be a dead man hanging from my walls for
your pathetic family to see “. Zeff raised his hand and Hatsumi pulled it back
down before shaking her head and then glaring back at Hataya.

Four years after the
rise and founding of the Galactic Empire [approximately 15 years before Episode
IV: A New Hope] A group of Jedi hide among a group of Colonists on the
previously uninhabited world of Talasea, in the Morobe system.

“Why must we wait here again?” the
young Celess questioned out loud.

The Jedi Knight sitting beside her sighed out loud in
irritation “Because, this is how Master operates; only two Jedi in town at one
time, the others must train here in the Twilight cavern.”

Celess nodded her head as she tried
to follow the logic. “Okay… but why does it have to be in a cold, dank, not to
mention dark cave!?” Celess pouted.

The Jedi beside her clenched her
fist and then relaxed herself. “The walls of this cavern act as a buffer to
force energy; so we can train with lightsabers, and practice our connection to
the force without worry that imperial hunters would spot us, now do you
understand young one…” She hissed softly at the end. “Now no more talking, you
should have been meditating, and trying to find the answers to all your
questions from within…”

“Yes, Master Truen…” She frowned as
she didn’t understand why the Jedi beside her seemed so… irritated and distant.

Truen’s body tensed and then
relaxed, “You can just call me Sarna, no need to call me a Master or use my
last name…”

“Oh…” Celess paused for a minute and
thought about Jedi protocol and procedure, “Yes Master Sarna, sorry I mean
Sarna…”

SOOOO because of Hurricane Sandy that hit the Eastern coast of the U.S I hadn't had power for over 30 hours but still had to go to my normal job so my writing had been on hold. Though now with power and being held up by regular work the Writing has commenced, The next Kazima Lament part as well as the next part to The Fate of Three Trees will be posted tomorrow. Today i have decided to post the prologue to an Fan based story set in the STAR WARS Universe. Of which the Precursor i will probably write and post on here at some point.

On another note this week i will be assessing a Novel i have been working on and may re-pen and finish it and put it through editing; though as of right now it is 1.3 of the way done.

End of the week will see continued work on game stories; and Novella:::::: The Path: [Hell's] Reign

“They
probably were just now told of the situation and to meet us here, Master.”Zeff glares at Hatsumi.

“Sorry Zeff-sama. I forget that you don’t like being called
that.” Zeff frowns. “But, Zeff-sama you are the Master of the Kazima’s, now.”
Hatsumi tilts her head while holding a finger to her lips.

“Leader…
Maybe so but I am not the master of anyone’s fate other than my own so remember
that Hatsumi.”

“Yes
but you saved me from a fate worse than death, my life is but yours!” Hatsumi
frowned in turn. “I have told you that many times now, Zeff-sama.” Hatsumi
kneels to one knee bowing before him only to pounce in his momentary lapse of guard.
Hugging Zeff tightly around the waist making him let forth a minor gasp.

Friday, October 26, 2012

“The Principality of Aire was once believed to be larger
than the Kingdom of Nilam. Lore within one of the older Kingdom states of Aire
recalls a land to the south east that was once attached. No Such land has been
found it has be hypothesized that the ocean swallowed the land whole or that it
detached and started drifting into the Ocean following currents.”

-Kingdom Article de Historical (499).

Sho takes a sip from his mug. “So are we really off duty till
after the tournament?”

“Yes we are, though we are suspended it comes with pay and
we still hold our ranks it’s just unless something happens were off duty. We
are to not participate in daily tasks and regular duties it isn’t all that bad
Sho.”

Thursday, October 25, 2012

“So I have
decided against helping them. After all I loathe them and their kin.” Zeff
clenched his fist before spinning around to see Mayu and Raito.

“You
know I don’t think that acceptable Zeff, you promised to keep your oath to me
and I say you’re going to help them.” Lady Mayu crosses her arms as she stares
down Zeff.

“Zeff-sama
don’t be unreasonable, it’s true you have a promise to keep to Lady Mayu so why
don’t you keep it and then if later in time you can enact revenge yourself!
There is nothing better than building an enemy up only to tear them down later.”
Raito interject only to get a frown from both Zeff and Lady Mayu… “No? That
wouldn’t work?”

Monday, October 22, 2012

Original "TFoTT" started its life as a short story (two pages) for a middle school project; titled Century Duel. The general story was over a tournament that took place in real life among friends and while reality it was just fun the story of Century Duel tried to make it more dramatic and seem more serious than what it really was.

Early in high school I had started several projects outside of work although much of my writing time then was devoted to poetry, now it is writing stories and worlds. One of those projects started was called Fate and it was based on Century Duel, and took characteristics from the people of real life that I equated to characters. Within Fate I tried to create a world specifically for that story taken it further from reality. Though Fate is an incomplete story; I later returned to it to add pieces of it until i stopped due to school, work, another project(which had most of my focus from high school and into college) and illness.

After my one project i finished, i decided not to continue Fate but to work on re-envisioned story and story world. I realized after reading through fate that it rambled, it went on and on over things not essential to the story and contained way too much summary in my idea, This story is not one of my bets works or better ones since it was written during high school but since there is truth from for me at least i do enjoy looking over it from time to time so i hope those that do read it that there is some entertainment from it for you.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

“So some of the villagers started
to show signs of animosity towards Zeff? Events and accidents not truly
associated with him, he started too blamed for? And evens till some villagers
most likely spoke out about him learning your clan’s secrets…am I right Tenzo?”

Tenzo sighs before nodding. “You
are correct. The mysterious nature of the Kazima and Zeff’s previous
experiences made him already reclusive to the point only a few knew his
identity. So I can understand a little apprehensive however he had my full
faith and still. They don’t know the power he contains and can wield. The proof
comes from the fact that they all live despite the severity of the accident.”

“What happen to him after the
accident?” Yukari squeaked out.

“He woke a week later; Zeff had
managed to survive despite the grievous wounds through the abilities of a
Kazima. The abilities of a Kazima depend on the type of blood they acquire.”Tenzo stopped and looked at Zenju.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

“You’re fond of him aren’t you
young Taka.” Lady Mayu smiled again as she slowly walked side by side with
Yukari.

Yukari blushed slightly before
shaking her head. “No… well maybe a little I have always liked Zeff. He was
admirable when we were kids. Always tried help even when the other families
didn’t want to have anything to do with him. So I guess I can understand why he
is so cold…it’s just I…”

“You wish he was like his childhood
self?” Lady Mayu looked down at Yukari as they slowly walked through several
arch ways.

“o-of course I do!” Yukari stopped
and put her hand to her mouth as she blushed. “Sorry.” She looked down at the
floor. “I wish the war that reached our village was ended before it had… Zeff
had a hard childhood as it was. Maybe, if only the war had never started or if
it happened later and Zeff could have showed is worth, his mettle that…then
maybe these events wouldn’t have happened.” Yukari sighs.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

“You know they say when a person loses that which makes them,
them; they lose heart. The reality of this world takes a toll on ones being,
and you become such an empty shell.” A long grey haired man downed another
large cup of earthly but still pungent liquid. He let out a gasp of air as the
liquid burned his throat on the way down. “You know this is God’s own
salvation.”

“What do you mean God’s own Salvation?” A younger man sitting
at the very same table as the older man quickly questioned before readjusting
his glasses and dipping a quill feather into a jar of black muck. The older man hiccuped before cocking his head to one side to look at this young man.

“Young pup listen up… This is God’s Salvation the sweet
delicious liquor that allows him to bear no weight upon his decisions; it’s his
drink that calms his nerves…” The old man was interrupted by a young impetuous
noble.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

*A giant Purple eyed, Pink Dragon Swoops down upon a small village causing
havoc. Several Knights have been tracking this Dragon for Days*

Knight:We have found
the cursed Dragon! Quick it’s assaulting that defenseless village! *Several
Knights saddle up and ride towards the Village, Leaving another fellow Knight and
an Ornate Knight behind*

This scene is between the designer
of the Falcons and one of the two Princesses that live aboard the Falcon of Fire.
The Designer is Jiro Kazima (Jiro Kazima is named as thus because his real name
is lost, and Kazima was the only word that they could read at the bottom of the
pages in the designs. Jiro means Second Son. And the Princess; Princess Erika
Sakai. Erika means Like the evergreen plant, Erika likes to sit in the ships
park.

The Scene opens to the room in
which JK is being kept which is adjacent to his Capsule compartment which he
had slept or worked in for over 1,000 years, the room is large and empty and
un-adorned, as if it was an unused storeroom.

“Run Yukari-sama… don’t trust him…”
Hataya tries to crawl closer and then collapses in a heap of pants.

Yukari frowns at Hataya and stares
into Zeff’s eyes. “You have to cut my arm…?” Zeff unsheathes the small blade.

“Yes.”

Yukari thinks shifting her eyes
back and forth. “For pain?”

Zeff raises an eyebrow looking at
Yukari. “No for your blood, Yukari-chan. While pain can be used to see if one
is lying that is not the purpose here. I have a better method.” Zeff raises
Yukari’s arm up as she slowly lets him do so. Zeff pauses after pressing the
blade into her skin and looks at her. “Torturing is not what I am into…”

Friday, September 28, 2012

Five
people enter the darkened room. Four of the five that entered were men the
fifth was a female who was flanked on all four corners. Cold eyes watched from
a throne and a dais on the opposite end of the room as the guests continued
forward. Torches flickered light out casting shadows around the room.

“Zeff
Taka!” The eldest looking male spoke out from his spot on the right corner. He
glared at the man on the throne. His gaze was equally met with disdain. Moments
of silence went by before Zeff got up from the throne.

“Kazima”

“What?”
The eldest and then the other three males clenched their fists. The female just
tilted her head as she shifted the large scroll on her back moved with her.

Monday, September 24, 2012

“How is
it?” Lady Mayu lifted her cup and sipped a few times from it while staring at
me as I ate.

“It is
good, uhm… thank you Lady Mayu.” Shifting in my seat I stared back at her
before blushing and looking away. I looked at her again before eating some
more. “So Lady Mayu, you said you were going to give me something to protect me
from those of my family that seek to end my existence…”

She
sipped from her cup again. “You are welcome young Zeff, and indeed I did say
that-“

“What
are you going to teach me? Is it ninjutsu or genjutsu? How will that be
parlayed into something I can use? How can it be something that is able to help
me stay alive? What can I do to stay breathing until I can prove my innocence!?”
I slammed my fists down on the table before clenching my teeth and fists before
looking back at Lady Mayu. “Sorry…” I pulled my hands off the table as I looked
down.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

“Why
would they… think that I. That I would have killed my own parents!?” My hands
shook in fury before I outstretched them reasoning with my hands to an
imaginary family member.“It wasn’t me!
It was, that man with that grin! His grin that smirked as if knowing the pain
he was causing and his excitement and pleasure from all of it!”

“A
grin? That’s not much to go on young Taka; I don’t think your fellow clan
members would believe you. That alone will not save you from them, no. If you
want to return home, you need to remember more…”